17 December 2012

day 17: wreath


The choice of wreaths at the local florist for the family graves was limited:  a small, very prickly holly wreath with a couple of artificial berries for colour; a green plastic artificial wreath with glittery cones, apples and poinsettia; or a confection of garish red or white petals, some in the shape of an X (a kiss?).  My mum found it hard to choose, but opted for the glitter. When we got to the cemetery, she wiped down the stone before hanging up the wreath, had a little chat with my dad to tell him we'd been, and said ta-ta.

We moved on to Granddad, Auntie Mary and Auntie Rosie.  They had the silvery glitter version.  Very jolly it was too.

My mum decided that she had made a good choice.  Oddly enough, I think she was right.

5 comments:

Liz said...

When I was younger I used to accompany my aunt on her Sunday visits to two cemetaries and my grandparents' and uncle's graves (flowers and cleaning every Sunday, wreaths at Christmas). I always thought we were in the countryside because of all the grass and trees.

Val , Kate, The Cute Kitten ,Razzy, Kepsey,Darwin ,Charon and Echo. said...

I think the Glitter was a good choice too :0)

Rattling On said...

I usually end up ordering one for my daughter's grave. they all seem so adult and frankly depressing. Glitter has never been an option, but I like it!

purejuice said...

they do look very pretty.

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

Í want green parrots like my great-grandparents have flying over their South London graves but glitter's good , too .